RIP MARCO. FINAL ASCENT VALENTINE’S DAY 2004
THEY DIDN’T CALL HIM THE POCKET ROCKET FOR NOTHING.
GERT’S SO FUCKING PUMPED HE DOESN’T KNOW WHETHER TO RIDE HIS MAGNESIUM FUCKING BIKE OR JUST THROW IT THROUGH THE STUDIO WALL AND RUN TOWARDS THE HORIZON UNTIL HIS LEGS GIVE OUT.
AND THERE’S A TRUCK AIRBRUSHED ON THE WALL. FUCK!!
PROPS TO TOM SOUTHAM FOR FINDING THIS ONE.
"I’M NOT AFRAID TO RIDE FAST, FOR I HAVEN’T GOT BUT ONE TIME TO DIE AND I DON’T BELIEVE THAT IT WILL BE ON THE TRACK."
BOBBY WALTHOUR, 1907 (VIA VORTEXRINGSTATE)
SO FUCKING BOSS IN HIS TODDLER’S SUNHAT THAT THE MAN BEHIND HIM DID A SEX WEE.
